this was a word we used in school.. slang term thatwe used for someone who was an idiot, that ‘took liberties.’ I can hear it now, those aggressive tones. A word that is so clearly from my teens, takes me back there like a smell, or a piece of music. there are a few of them – a graveyeard of words that marked those years.
He was chief in the department; everything was his division. When he died, the world didn’t know what to do. Many cried, others got angry. And he just stood in the background, chuckling, the collar of his coat turned up against the wailing wind.
so once i called 911 accidentally when i was 5 or so. it wasn’t so much of an accident, really. it was just curiosity. i hung up immediately, but then the next day a police CHIEF (yes, an actual chief went to my house) and knocked on the door, asking my parents if someone in the area had called 911. and they were like “uhhh no..” and i was cowering in my room.. scared they would catch me.
The chief finished his sentence. Then stood there, glaring at us for another five seconds. He then proceeded to stalk off into his office and slam the door, rattling the glass. Jason and I looked at each other, mischievous grins on our faces. We knew what we had done was wrong, but we did it anyway, just to prove our point. It was the way we had worked, it was the way we always worked. I couldn’t believe the chief still didn’t understand us.
There she was the chief instigator, wanting to destroy our realationship with her petty nonsense, gossip and backbiting. Do your best Mom, this is one marriage you are not going to wreck.
“Hey, Cheif, where do you want me to set these up?”
*eyeroll*
“I told you not to call me that….”
“B-but, it’s just so AWESOME! How can you dislike that name?”
“Chief, we got a problem!” it’s the last thing I heard. My men. they were all down. “What happened here!” no one replied. One came toward me. he seemed so ill. What the hell is going on!
“Chief, Help!”
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Star at Dawn smiled over at her brother and nodded. She knew the Chief would yell at her for what she was thinking, but she didn’t care. Christy wasn’t happy for her thoughts either, surely, but that wasn’t going to stop her.
Chief among the concerns were …. would we still have an income in the next following year… things are ok right now, but how will we be able to help the kids and …
chief is the captain of the tribe who looks after the rest of them and orders them, he is the one who tells you what to do but takes the blame if something goes wrong.
he was the chief of them all. the leader, the decision maker, he was in charge of so much and just suddenly all of a sudden he didn’t want any of the responsibly. he picked up, and left it all behind right then and there.
a leader among all of us that need guidance. a reminder of that person that we want to be, a person that has earned the status that any of us can achieve. we all respect that chief. but, despite all of this, any chief needs a helping hand once in a while.
I am the chief and the only chief. So this is what you say to me, “Hail to the chief, for he is the one and only!” Then you will bow to me for I am the most respected person on earth. Amen. This is my story and you have just wasted a lot of time reading this while you could’ve been sharing a cookie or pick flowers for the elderly. But you’ve decided to be stupid and idiot and read what I’ve wrote. All of the “chief” nonsense. So stupid, if you know what I mean. Now bow down to the computer screen and say,” Chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief!”
Chef guy who cooks. Chief guy who is cooked for. guy who’s in charge of whatever it is he’s in charge of? NO idea what to say today, maybe due to lack of writer’s block
The directive was clear, make no mistake about that. All I wanted was to win. To succeed. To fight and become victorious. The shots rang out. There was no escape. My eyes looked forward. Let’s make for it and there’s no turning back.
There had always been Dad around to lead the family, to tell them what was right and wrong, to show them how to live in this world. But now Dad was gone leaving them behind, just three girls and a boy. Robert was only six but he took up the role of Dad immediately, taking the girls through the Darkness of the times that lay ahead. He refused to answer to anything but Chief; though calling him squire could result in death.
That was the chief reason that I wanted the board to address t he issue, although I did have other reasons. It is important to bring these things to people’s attention, and to stay on track witht he purpose of this organization, That is why we are here!
Slice! Oh my there goes my fingers, down the drain oh shit! Well that’s was excruciating, oh tarts. “Enough of that SIMMONS!”. “What boss, oh that was me just slicing my fingers off never mind me”. “Oh, ok then carry on”.
He walked around with his head held high. No one was particularly following him, but it looked like as if they were. I could see his animal print cape and the feathered headdress he desired to wear. In the mirror he was the chief of love and lust.
“Her? What are you blabbering about? Pull yourself together. They’re bound to send help soon.”
“It’s hard to see her at first. She’s covered in white. But if you look closely…there. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
He was the head of everything. The one who called the shots. The one who demanded his daughter to not leave the reservation. Everyone feared yet loved him. They knew of his power. And never wanted it to be shown. He was, The Chief.
The chief raised his tanned arms into the dusty air, chanting out something indecipherable. I thought that I had already learned their language, but it seems they have their own separate sacred speech. All I could think about was how much of a break-through this was. But there will be no interfering since such an event is best explored in its natural state.
The fire quickly grew as it ate on more sticks and leaves. It towered over me like a mighty beast, so suddenly that I could no longer withstand the immense amount of heat seeping into my skin. I backed away a few inches, the other Native Americans glancing back at me and grinning; they also remember their first time in front of this bonfire, such a vicious, orange monster.
“Her? What are you blabbering about? Pull yourself together. They’re bound to send help soon.”
“It’s hard to see her at first. She’s covered in white. But if you look closely…there. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
I am in charge.
There is a certain smug air to my stride as I look down at the new actors.
Today I am student chief of classes
my turn to boss around the fellow actors
It’s pretty great
chiefs, like the african chief in the southern mali empire, back in classical times. they held so much more power and respect compared to all others. especially women. but, you have no idea. the women got, like, no respect whatsoever. unless they died or something.
“What lady? Pull yourself together. They’re bound to send help soon.”
“It’s hard to see her at first. She’s covered in white. But if you look closely…there. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
this is what my dad calls my brother. also has something to do with Indians and fire fighter, i think. it is some sort of leader and is probably a bad ass. thats all i have to say about that
They called him Chief because he instilled the fear of God in their souls from a look alone. I wouldn’t cross him.
And I really wouldn’t even talk to him.
Ever.
What was he doing on my front steps?
The little girl screamed at the top of her lungs and peered down from the top of the hill dotted with golden stalks, reflecting the harsh sunlight. Peering into the sun, or at least trying to, she shouted once more,”I’m the chief!”
And yet the word they gave me again was Cheif. I didn’t know what was wrong with the printer, but it was beginning to give me a bit of a problem. I didn’t want it to be something like that, but it couldn’t get any worse, possibly.
I mean, the more I try to figure it out ,when ti goes to the 12:41 and the time hasnt’ caused the word to chagne over, then I think that there’s something pretty wrong there and that isn’t something that is a fixable issue in terms of the website. I mean, really!
“How’s it going Chief?” A voice called. I glanced over my shoulder and squinted against the bright, afternoon sun. Chaz was walking toward me, hat under his arm, cane swinging back and forth. I rolled my eyes at his care-free, cat like ways.
He is the patriarch, the commander, our chief.
We smile and nod placidly at every comment or vague joke.
Our hearts race with fear when our chief is angered.
He says to “never side against the family.”
What he means is “never side against the Chief.”
My chief complaint is that, you’re an idiot! You’re not respected and you are a horrible manager of people. Why don’t you let people do their jobs, and leave them alone.
He was the chief, the big man on campus. The boss, the hero, the king. He was all of these because he managed to tame the untouchable girl. He managed to her in bed and then bragged about it. He was a legend to all of us.
It’s a pity that nobody knows that she had said “no” to his request.
When i was a kid, i used to look up to the chief of the village. However, things changed and so did the landscape of this once small peaceful village.. A beautiful scenery of crimson red splattered everywhere, mutilated corpse in piles and in pieces beautifully arranged like the flowers and the head of the chief hanging by the hair in my hands.. such beauty…
this was a word we used in school.. slang term thatwe used for someone who was an idiot, that ‘took liberties.’ I can hear it now, those aggressive tones. A word that is so clearly from my teens, takes me back there like a smell, or a piece of music. there are a few of them – a graveyeard of words that marked those years.
He was chief in the department; everything was his division. When he died, the world didn’t know what to do. Many cried, others got angry. And he just stood in the background, chuckling, the collar of his coat turned up against the wailing wind.
so once i called 911 accidentally when i was 5 or so. it wasn’t so much of an accident, really. it was just curiosity. i hung up immediately, but then the next day a police CHIEF (yes, an actual chief went to my house) and knocked on the door, asking my parents if someone in the area had called 911. and they were like “uhhh no..” and i was cowering in my room.. scared they would catch me.
The chief finished his sentence. Then stood there, glaring at us for another five seconds. He then proceeded to stalk off into his office and slam the door, rattling the glass. Jason and I looked at each other, mischievous grins on our faces. We knew what we had done was wrong, but we did it anyway, just to prove our point. It was the way we had worked, it was the way we always worked. I couldn’t believe the chief still didn’t understand us.
person who gives you jobs
bastard
maybe he wants to have sex with you
They always called him that.
Even after he’d reincarnated too many times to be recognizable.
There she was the chief instigator, wanting to destroy our realationship with her petty nonsense, gossip and backbiting. Do your best Mom, this is one marriage you are not going to wreck.
“Hey, Cheif, where do you want me to set these up?”
*eyeroll*
“I told you not to call me that….”
“B-but, it’s just so AWESOME! How can you dislike that name?”
“Chief, we got a problem!” it’s the last thing I heard. My men. they were all down. “What happened here!” no one replied. One came toward me. he seemed so ill. What the hell is going on!
“Chief, Help!”
Chief among all my interests is writing, and artwork. My novel,. Vacation from Love
is funny and engaging…99cents on Kindle, and I know you’d love it! Chief among my
best sellers is Death Island…there’s tribal chief in that one….
Star at Dawn smiled over at her brother and nodded. She knew the Chief would yell at her for what she was thinking, but she didn’t care. Christy wasn’t happy for her thoughts either, surely, but that wasn’t going to stop her.
Chief among the concerns were …. would we still have an income in the next following year… things are ok right now, but how will we be able to help the kids and …
chief is the captain of the tribe who looks after the rest of them and orders them, he is the one who tells you what to do but takes the blame if something goes wrong.
he was the chief of them all. the leader, the decision maker, he was in charge of so much and just suddenly all of a sudden he didn’t want any of the responsibly. he picked up, and left it all behind right then and there.
a leader among all of us that need guidance. a reminder of that person that we want to be, a person that has earned the status that any of us can achieve. we all respect that chief. but, despite all of this, any chief needs a helping hand once in a while.
I am the chief and the only chief. So this is what you say to me, “Hail to the chief, for he is the one and only!” Then you will bow to me for I am the most respected person on earth. Amen. This is my story and you have just wasted a lot of time reading this while you could’ve been sharing a cookie or pick flowers for the elderly. But you’ve decided to be stupid and idiot and read what I’ve wrote. All of the “chief” nonsense. So stupid, if you know what I mean. Now bow down to the computer screen and say,” Chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief, chief!”
Chef guy who cooks. Chief guy who is cooked for. guy who’s in charge of whatever it is he’s in charge of? NO idea what to say today, maybe due to lack of writer’s block
The directive was clear, make no mistake about that. All I wanted was to win. To succeed. To fight and become victorious. The shots rang out. There was no escape. My eyes looked forward. Let’s make for it and there’s no turning back.
There had always been Dad around to lead the family, to tell them what was right and wrong, to show them how to live in this world. But now Dad was gone leaving them behind, just three girls and a boy. Robert was only six but he took up the role of Dad immediately, taking the girls through the Darkness of the times that lay ahead. He refused to answer to anything but Chief; though calling him squire could result in death.
That was the chief reason that I wanted the board to address t he issue, although I did have other reasons. It is important to bring these things to people’s attention, and to stay on track witht he purpose of this organization, That is why we are here!
Slice! Oh my there goes my fingers, down the drain oh shit! Well that’s was excruciating, oh tarts. “Enough of that SIMMONS!”. “What boss, oh that was me just slicing my fingers off never mind me”. “Oh, ok then carry on”.
He walked around with his head held high. No one was particularly following him, but it looked like as if they were. I could see his animal print cape and the feathered headdress he desired to wear. In the mirror he was the chief of love and lust.
“Chief, I wonder if the snow…”
“What are you talking about, soldier?”
“I wonder if the snow is her dress.”
“Her? What are you blabbering about? Pull yourself together. They’re bound to send help soon.”
“It’s hard to see her at first. She’s covered in white. But if you look closely…there. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
He was the head of everything. The one who called the shots. The one who demanded his daughter to not leave the reservation. Everyone feared yet loved him. They knew of his power. And never wanted it to be shown. He was, The Chief.
The chief raised his tanned arms into the dusty air, chanting out something indecipherable. I thought that I had already learned their language, but it seems they have their own separate sacred speech. All I could think about was how much of a break-through this was. But there will be no interfering since such an event is best explored in its natural state.
The fire quickly grew as it ate on more sticks and leaves. It towered over me like a mighty beast, so suddenly that I could no longer withstand the immense amount of heat seeping into my skin. I backed away a few inches, the other Native Americans glancing back at me and grinning; they also remember their first time in front of this bonfire, such a vicious, orange monster.
“Chief, I wonder if the snow…”
“What are you talking about, soldier?”
“I wonder if the snow is her dress.”
“Her? What are you blabbering about? Pull yourself together. They’re bound to send help soon.”
“It’s hard to see her at first. She’s covered in white. But if you look closely…there. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
I am in charge.
There is a certain smug air to my stride as I look down at the new actors.
Today I am student chief of classes
my turn to boss around the fellow actors
It’s pretty great
i put the ‘chief’ in ‘mischief’
i am the epitome of a wild heart trapped in a chest, thrown away the key
chiefs, like the african chief in the southern mali empire, back in classical times. they held so much more power and respect compared to all others. especially women. but, you have no idea. the women got, like, no respect whatsoever. unless they died or something.
“Chief,” he said, “I wonder about the snow.”
“What are you talking about, soldier?”
“What if the snow’s her dress?”
“What lady? Pull yourself together. They’re bound to send help soon.”
“It’s hard to see her at first. She’s covered in white. But if you look closely…there. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
this is what my dad calls my brother. also has something to do with Indians and fire fighter, i think. it is some sort of leader and is probably a bad ass. thats all i have to say about that
They called him Chief because he instilled the fear of God in their souls from a look alone. I wouldn’t cross him.
And I really wouldn’t even talk to him.
Ever.
What was he doing on my front steps?
“Aye, uh, Chief, this is top information. Dontcha think we oughtta use the cone of silence?…
And loving it.”
“I’m at the top!”
The little girl screamed at the top of her lungs and peered down from the top of the hill dotted with golden stalks, reflecting the harsh sunlight. Peering into the sun, or at least trying to, she shouted once more,”I’m the chief!”
And yet the word they gave me again was Cheif. I didn’t know what was wrong with the printer, but it was beginning to give me a bit of a problem. I didn’t want it to be something like that, but it couldn’t get any worse, possibly.
I mean, the more I try to figure it out ,when ti goes to the 12:41 and the time hasnt’ caused the word to chagne over, then I think that there’s something pretty wrong there and that isn’t something that is a fixable issue in terms of the website. I mean, really!
“How’s it going Chief?” A voice called. I glanced over my shoulder and squinted against the bright, afternoon sun. Chaz was walking toward me, hat under his arm, cane swinging back and forth. I rolled my eyes at his care-free, cat like ways.
“Don’t call me that.”
He is the patriarch, the commander, our chief.
We smile and nod placidly at every comment or vague joke.
Our hearts race with fear when our chief is angered.
He says to “never side against the family.”
What he means is “never side against the Chief.”
My chief complaint is that, you’re an idiot! You’re not respected and you are a horrible manager of people. Why don’t you let people do their jobs, and leave them alone.
He was the chief, the big man on campus. The boss, the hero, the king. He was all of these because he managed to tame the untouchable girl. He managed to her in bed and then bragged about it. He was a legend to all of us.
It’s a pity that nobody knows that she had said “no” to his request.
When i was a kid, i used to look up to the chief of the village. However, things changed and so did the landscape of this once small peaceful village.. A beautiful scenery of crimson red splattered everywhere, mutilated corpse in piles and in pieces beautifully arranged like the flowers and the head of the chief hanging by the hair in my hands.. such beauty…